This is a poem I wrote a while back. I wrote it with the light of Christ in mind. It shows how deep I can get in my own despair and self pity. Despair that can take on a life of its own. But even at my darkest, Christ is still there. He shines His light through the deepest pain. I may think that He has left me to my fate, but His love is far greater than that. He promises to never leave me. And He never breaks His promises.
Darkness covers
me, its cloak
smothers all words,
all thoughts. Where
am I and where
did light go?
The darkness claws
into my
throat I can’t breath.
It fills my
eyes and ears I
scream but no
one can hear me.
I am here
in the darkness.
The dark is
lonely. Only
these tears keep
me company.
A whisper
stirs the darkness.
A whisper
so still it can
only be
heard in the dark.
A voice breathes
something long forgot
into me.
This dark is not
complete once
a light shone. It
left me here.
Or did I leave
it behind?
Now I want it.
I long for
a light that can’t
be snuffed out.
The voice I love
speaks and I
bow my head in
the darkness.
“I’m sorry,” I
try to say.
But the dark steals
it away.
I should not have
left my light.
But at the word
of the voice
I lift my head.
Perhaps it
is not as lost
as I thought.
I lift my arm
reach my hand
through the darkness.
Please be there.
Don’t abandon
me to this.
My searching hand,
finds a light.
A light for me.
This tiny flame,
illuminates
the darkness.
I am alone
no longer.
My light pushes
back the dark.
It cannot touch
my light.
Shaina Merrick
The Beauty of a Story 